Title: Good To Me

Author: Mia aka Miasen

Rating: M in later chapters

Pairing: Angel/Rogue

Reviews: Highly appreciated! Be it flames, criticism or praise, I take it all!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, Marvel do. And yeah, the title is a song by White Stripes, so I don't own that either…

A/N: This story is probably going to be a short story, but who knows, I'm not too reliable like that and before I know it I'm working on some massive story… You'll just have to wait and see what happens! Do enjoy!

Chapter one: The Cactus

Rogue ruffled through her closet in search of something to wear. Bobby had invited her out for the evening, but hadn't said whereto, so she didn't know what to put on. She had tried to ask what to wear, but Bobby had just shrugged his shoulders and said that it didn't matter. Rogue was a bit confused by that, but was nonetheless making ready for a night out.

She ended up on a pair of black jeans and a simple black top. It would be fine for most situations. She pulled her hair back in a ponytail and walked downstairs to meet up with Bobby in the entrance hall. She spotted him immediately. He was standing at the foot of the stairs talking to Kitty Pryde. Rogue frowned and jumped down the last of the stairs to meet up with him.

Bobby and Kitty turned at the sound of footsteps in the stair. Kitty took a small step away from Bobby and their conversation stifled at once.

"Hi Rogue, you ready to go?" Bobby's eyes flickered as he addressed her. She nodded and started off towards the exit. Bobby quickly followed after her, and actually held the front door open for her. She was a bit surprised at his sudden chivalry, but didn't comment upon it.

As she walked over to the garage her gaze wandered to the sky above. It was autumn and the sun was long gone for the night, but the air was still warm. The moon shone, it would be full in a couple of days.

She gazed upon the millions of stars and tried to recognize any of the constellations, but astronomy had never been what she did best.

As she slowly pulled her eyes away from the sky towards the ground she noticed something, a shadow high above. Her gaze immediately followed it, alert for anything harmful, but she soon relaxed when she noticed the pearly white sheen from Angel's wings in the moon light. Her eyes followed him until he vanished behind the forest that surrounded the mansion.

"Rogue, are you coming or what?" Bobby's voice called Rogue back to earth. He was standing over by the garage and waiting impatiently for her. She nodded and slowly walked over to him, hands tucked deep in her pockets. She could see Bobby roll his eyes slightly before he settled in the driver's seat on the convertible that he had bought some months ago. She had thought it was a silly car, small with only two seats and practically no trunk. She would have bought a more practical car, but it was his money, and if he insisted on buying a stupid little convertible that was his problem. It got them where they wanted to go, so she guessed it was okay.

She slid in to the passenger's seat, barely avoiding knocking her head in the roof that was up for the evening. In the start Bobby drove with the roof down no matter how cold the wind blew, but she had convinced him that it wasn't cool arriving at a place with teeth chattering from the cold air and hair flying all over the place.

"So, where we going?" Rogue asked as Bobby fumbled with the ignition.

"Just someplace. The Cactus I guess." He finally got the car started and he drove it out from the garage to the main road. Rogue didn't say anything, and they sat in silence for the entire trip.

As she stepped out of the car and looked towards the entrance of the bar she shook her head slightly, she was so not surprised that Bobby brought her here, typical of him and his lack of imagination.

The Cactus was a bar about twenty minutes from the mansion with car, and she had been here a couple of times before. It wasn't anything special at all; neither fabulous like some New York bars, nor seedy like that bar where she had first met Logan. She smiled at that memory, that place had really been a hellhole.

Bobby locked up the car and walked straight to the entrance, and Rogue followed right behind him. The place was about half full, like it was at most times. The music was playing at a level that opened up for conversation among the small tables and booths that were scattered around the room. In the farthest end was the bar. The couple steered straight to it. Bobby ordered a beer and turned to Rogue to ask what she wanted. She didn't need to think for long, she knew what she wanted, and had known ever since she sat down in the car earlier.

"Beer and a Jack," she said to the barkeeper who nodded and started filling up a glass of beer. She was grateful they were lax on the ID here. Bobby watched Rogue with a weird look on his face.

"Jack? Really? What, you've become Logan now or what?" Rogue didn't bother to answer him and only cast a sour glance at him before she grabbed the beer and shot glass that now stood before her and walked over to one of the booths. Bobby followed with his own beer and settled on the other side of her. As Rogue took a small sip of her beer he gulped down what seem like to half a glass at once. She had never seen him do that before, and was a bit surprised to see that budding alcoholic tendency in him, that was new.

He set down the glass and suddenly reached over the table and grabbed the hand she rested next to her glass. She looked up from the scribbling on the table she had been looking at and met his gaze. He looked away and coughed slightly, as to clear his throat. Rogue waited patiently, it was obvious that he had something he wanted to say.

"Rogue," he started, still not looking at her. "We've been together for a long time now, and we've been through a lot." He stopped and drained the rest of his beer.

"But lately I've been feeling—" He took a pause and met her eyes for a second before he lowered his gaze to the tabletop. Rogue wanted to sigh out loud. She had a feeling where this conversation was going, and wished he would just finish up already.

"I've been feeling that I no longer have those feelings for you, it's like we've grown apart and maybe it would be the best if we—" He stopped once again, probably searching for words. Rogue felt his hand growing sweaty. 'Not so much the Iceman now,' she thought sarcastically to herself.

"I mean, you are a great girl and all, but I just—" Rogue couldn't stand it anymore and pulled her hand free from his grip and cut him off.

"And ya want to ditch me and hook up with Kitty. Ah ain't stupid Bobby, quit the crap won't ya? It's like a Band-Aid, quick and easy does it." She smiled to the shocked Bobby.

"I-I-" was all he managed to say.

"So why don't ya take that stupid little car and go back to her and leave me alone?" Her smile widened even more as she crossed her arms in front of her chest and looked at her former boyfriend. When he made no move to leave she pointed towards the door.

"That's the exit, put one leg in front of the other, and out ya go."

Bobby scrambled to his feet, knocked over his empty glass in the process and half-walked, half-ran towards the door. It didn't take long till she heard his car speed away. His transmission made a nasty sound and she hoped to herself that he just might kill his car on the way home.

When she couldn't hear his car anymore she turned to the two glasses on the table and without hesitation grabbed the smallest and drained it. The liquor burned its way down her throat, but it was just what she needed. She had known it deep inside that he was going to dump her for ages, and she was quite pleased with herself for handling it like she did. It was he who had made a fool out of himself, not she. But even if she might've looked strong doing it she didn't feel as strong inside, not now. It hurt; she had been together with Bobby for a long time, and he was the only real boyfriend she had ever had. And now she was alone.

As she decided that the best way to deal with the break-up was more alcohol she heard a voice from behind.

"Nice work."

Rogue yelped and turned around swiftly. Behind her stood Warren.

"Warren, oh ma GOD! Ya scared the crap outta me!" Her hand clutched her chest. She had been too caught up in her musings to hear him approach.

"Sorry, didn't mean to."

"What do ya mean with nice work anyways?" Rogue frowned and asked as she had stilled her heartbeat some.

"For ditching that asshole. And for doing it in style." He smiled.

"Ya heard that?"

"Well, you are in a public place, and I was sitting just over there." He pointed towards a table right behind them. "It was a bit hard not to hear."

"Ah don't mind, ya can hear all ya want to. What are ya doing here alone anyways?"

"Well, I was waiting for my date, but she had a sudden change of plans."

Rogue looked at him, somebody ditched Warren? That girl had to be blind. And stupid. Warren was the nicest person she knew, and he looked like an angel, no less. Pretty much all the girls on the mansion had a crush on him.

Rogue's thoughts went to when she had first seen him.

It had been a Friday evening when he came into the TV-room. She had been sitting there with Bobby, Kitty, Jubilee and a couple of others. Warren had stood in the doorway and looked a little lost. Rogue had just looked at him. Those eyes, that body, those wings—he was just incredible. For a moment she actually thought he was an angel, but Jubilee had quickly broken the spell with her not-so-subtle comment as Warren walked past them to a chair on the other side of the room.

"Oh my God, did you see that ass?!"

As the weeks went by she met him on a few occasions, talked a little, but not much. He went to university, took classes from the mansion, and she was still stuck in the high school program of the institute. And he had quickly become a part of the X-Men, while she had lost her position when she abandoned her powers. She had been allowed to stay at the mansion, but now as the official babysitter.

She was happy with how everything had come out. It had been worth it to be able to touch, not fearing that she might accidentally touch someone and hurt them.

Rogue quit thinking back and focused on right now instead, she probably looked like a fool sitting there in silence.

"Well, too bad for her then! Wanna join me and drown the sorrows?" she asked.

"Oh yes please."

"Well, take a place then, and let the drinking commence."

A/N: I wasn't sure how I was going to do Rogue's speech, whether to write her southern drawl or make it standardized English. I think I ended up somewhere in between… I just had to give it a try! Tell me what you think of it! Any feedback will help dictate how I'll do it in the future so the power really is in your hands…